Blow every white cotton dandelion into the weightless blue sky, and watch the past float away with the scattering.

Then twirl barefoot in the green meadow, flattening the warm grass with your toes.

Gather the bare scent of lavender and brush its bouquet around the arena of daylilies that encircles you, and let your arms trace long and graceful figure eights in the motionless breeze.

Synchronize your steps with the syncopated rhythm of a woodpecker’s drum until breaking sweat scribbles across your naked skin, and arrows of sunlight rain on your drenched shoulders.  Hold this blaze of heat in your chest as it thaws your dormant pulse to pounding.  And let it lift you away from what has passed into the spilling abundance of all that continues.

When the airbrushed sky finally sketches its twilight ovation, offer a whimsical bow to your freedom, and rejoice with the sun’s inner smile.